The Danish Illusion
Behind the Facade of the Perfect Welfare State
Denmark brands itself as one of the world's happiest, most transparent nations, but beneath the polished surface lies a different reality.
These blog posts expose a deeply dysfunctional system in which herd mentality and the Jante Law are the norms and can be weaponized to crush individuals through modern-day witch hunts. They also reveal institutional incompetence, criminal networks working within the system, systemic opacity, and a police culture driven by indifference, victim-blaming, and favoritism rather than accountability and the rule of law.
And finally, they reveal the national mentality underlying Danish hygge, which holds only contempt for individual rights and blindly accepts the abuse of power.
For months, a parliamentary oversight committee has looked into how the Danish police works. A few days ago, they presented the report at a press conference. The results were so disturbing that the committee issued the second-harshest critique possible against the Danish police force out of five.
Fall is the season that makes you want to crash in front of the TV, read books, and listen to your favorite audiobooks and playlists. It is the perfect excuse to indulge in behavior such as baking more-than-good-for-you cakes, muffins, and cookies, even now, with the current stomach-turning price levels for electricity and food…
Years ago, when I had to communicate with individuals from less reputable backgrounds, I was concerned that this might be flagged by the Danish PET (PET: Danish Police Intelligence). However, someone in the loop told me that I shouldn’t worry, and I quote: The Danish PET couldn’t find their own asses if they had a map! - The years have passed…
When the mainstream media forgets about the police again, everything will go back to normal – people covering up for each other, women being violated and killed, information passed on illegally, fake reports written ad libitum, libel used as evidence…
Are these monsters a group of psychopaths who know exactly what they are doing, who collaborated with a group of criminals in Paris in 2019 to achieve a goal – to kill a witness? Are these monsters a group of mad people who play games with real-life characters, women they hunt, terrorize, and destroy but only see as objects on a screen in a game they play?
Life can be a rotten deal sometimes, but that does not mean everything in your life has been bad, even if it feels like that when you are neck-deep in a situation that seems only to be getting worse by the minute. When life is like that, one of the remedies to stay happy can be the psychological trick of an emotional and visual return to happy moments. It is the same as when you fix your computer by returning to the last point where it worked.
Some claim Denmark and France are gender-equal and law-abiding nations. I beg to differ, and I do so based on experiences and what I have learned over the years in several apartment buildings in Paris and Denmark.
By monsters, I mean a group of seemingly sociopathic voyeurs who degrade and reduce human beings to objects and entertainment, hiding in the shadows, behind desks, and screens, demonstrating undisguised contempt of the law, freedom, and human dignity.
I cannot leave until I know no one will bother my mom ever again and the monsters are gone for good. Because I know what these monsters are and what they are capable of, how well-connected they are to certain unpleasant characters in France, what extreme opinions they hold, and how they come at you when you are alone.
One of the easiest ways to discredit a single woman is to spread rumors that she is crazy. In my experience, people will jump on that gossip wagon within a split second because it is fun and easy.
Over the past months, I have realized that the leap from estrangement to revulsion is very short.
Denmark may have stopped burning witches a few hundred years ago. However, witch-hunting still appears to be a recreational activity for misogynist men and the weak and stupid women who stand by them.
I love stories & the fall. And not even a private primary school in the 1980s, an almost Marxist high school in the 1990s, nor Comparative Literature studies at an über leftish university in Denmark managed to ruin my love for books, stories, and voices – nor my liberal beliefs and outlook on life. It often felt as if they tried, though.